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I’m a fan of my vibrator, but it will never take the place of a real man. Do you think there will ever be a time when robots will be optional lovers? Think about it…never tired, always available, wont leave you for another man/woman. I’m a fan of glass toys, metal isn’t a far stretch for me…

Could you someday go into a store and buy a robot lover? I’d probably opt for the custom made-to-order kind, but then again I’m a little picky when it comes to my toys.

What do you think?

“Don’t need candles and cake
Just need your body to make…
Birthday sex… Birthday sex ooh
(It’s the best day of the year girl)
Birthday sex… Birthday sex ooh
(G-spot g-spot let me hit that g-spot g-spot girl)”

“Birthday Sex” – Jeremih

My room mate and I celebrate birthday weeks, and since our birthdays are within 2 weeks of each other we tend to have a birthday month. This year we were living together again, and both having a lucky streak with men, so we were both excited to have our own birthday sex experience. Who doesn’t want a smooth talking man to hit that g-spot on your birthday?!

My birthday came, and I got drunk, real drunk, like dancing on the stage to Prince’s Pussy Control drunk (lucky for me my lover was dancing along with me). While dancing I wanted to ravage him on stage, in front of the few other drunks left in the bar at closing time. I wanted to remember my birthday sex, I wanted everyone to remember my birthday sex, but I also didn’t want my room mate to lose her job, at the bar I was dancing on stage at. In the end, all I can really remember about that dance was the battle in my head over wanting to ravage my lover’s sweaty body, and the voice saying, keep it PG.

Arriving home that night I instantly regretted my decision to drink as much as I had, I looked damn good, I wanted to have damn good sex. In the final moments of the birthday night all I could do was fall asleep, and pray my man would start my new birth year off right (and he did, but that’s not part of birthday sex).

The next week was my room mate’s chance at birthday sex. She started the week off a little rough, with a drunk-n-tumble walk home (I recruited my ex to help me get her and the bikes home), ended with a no-so-graceful ass first dive off our stoop. Having put her to bed though I was left with my ex at my house, and I thought why not? Someone should get laid tonight.

Roomie continued her birthday streak, inviting a guy back to our house a few days later, only to have passed out cold by the time he got there. The night of her actual birthday she brought a manager from her work home. Drunk, she busts into my room, requesting a condom, all I had were Magnums (yes, my most consistent lover needs these). I handed one over, praying this would not be intimidating to the man in her bed. Next morning she comes crawling into my bed, explaining it was like a tube sock on a baby’s foot. OOPS!

Needless to say, neither of us had the birthday sex we anticipated, or expected, but at the end of it all, we have the story of the “sock on the baby’s foot” and an endless supply of free drinks in exchange for our silence.

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Apparently buying a dildo is now a public concern, but you are encouraged to use it privately in your home in Alabama. Love Stuff, a store still selling the apparently “publicly unmoral” devices tried to challenge the State’s ruling against the sale of these items, and came up with a loss today.

“The Alabama Supreme Court on Friday upheld the state’s ban on the sale of sex toys, but Love Stuff, the Hoover store that filed the challenge, has no plans to stop selling the devices.

While people have the right to use the devices in private, the Legislature has the right to ban public distribution of those products, the court majority ruled in a 7-2 decision.

“As the 11th Circuit pithily and somewhat coarsely stated: `There is nothing `private’ or `consensual’ about the advertising and sale of a dildo,’” the majority opinion said.“

If you ask me this is a step in the wrong direction for our sexual freedoms. Not to mention the right to walk into a comfortable surrounding store, look at a wall of dildos, as for help, and find the perfect toy for you. This is a bummer for sure.

I started on my road to my sexual freedom working in an adult store where I got great pleasure out of helping people find something to help open their minds to sex. It’s not dirty, it’s not for people with no morals, it’s for you, your neighbor, your banker, even your 3rd grade teacher, and if there’s not a place in your town where you can ask questions where are you going to get your advice?

What do you think?

I Love Hairy Men!

After my last post @sexhero and I did some more talking about hairy men, I also got some feedback from other men out there on their manscaping habits. I still think hairy men are hot, but I can appreciate the man who will do some trimming on the parts that count (I’m not a fan of a mouth full of hair).

The general rule I’ve found is that is a woman asks for it, men are generally okay with doing it. @mguerre says, “Absolutely. Got to make it pleasurable for my lover. It’s only fair if I ask her to do so.” Agreed. I think it’s more sexy that a man would do it because I wanted it, versus, it just being something that he does (though I wont be mad if they do just do it).

So to all the hairy men out there, embrace it, love it, trim it if you want to, and buy your girl this shirt!

Photo of @sexhero

Okay everyone, we’ve all got hair. As American women we are taught at an early age that removing, shaving, waxing, and plucking were all the ways to control our “hair problem,” even many men are trimming, shaving, and removing their body hair. In nature the hairiest man gets the lady, we’re animals, so what makes us different?

I grew up with a very hairy step-father. I remember wondering why the hair on his head connected to the hair on his back. I also remember my mom, friends, and family making fun of this. I would never eat anything that would “put hair on your chest” for fear of ending up ridiculed for a hairy body.

When I started dating I found myself very attracted to facial hair, but not to body hair. Most of the guys I slept with had very little body hair, or went the wrestling route and shaved it all off (something about less friction for their opponent to hang on to).

Recently I began dating/fucking a new man. Before we slept together I’d seen him naked in a music video. He was hot, HUGE package, very confident, and then he turned around, and I was floored. I had never seen such a hairy back since my step-dad. I was not repulsed by this, or necessarily turned off, I didn’t know what I would think of him in person. I was a little worried, not going to lie.

The first time we fucked was a little bit of a blur, drinks had been involved, and I just really wanted to get laid. The next time I remember noticing his hair, but only briefly, the man was amazing in bed. As time has progressed I find myself not even noticing the hair until someone jokes about it, and even then I find myself wondering if he’s really that hairy.

At this point all I know is I love nothing more than having him fuck me to near unconsciousness, then falling asleep in his warm, sweaty, sex stained hairy chest.

How do you like your men?

Open for Business by Alison Tyler

Alison Tyler was gracious enough to send me a copy of her book Open for Business, I’m very glad she did.

This book was exactly what I expected, and all that I wanted. I have a fantasy associated with office escapades so it was great to read stories written by other people who have the same idea. One of my favorite stories was about a temp and a window washer, how hot would that be to show a stranger parts of you, through a window on the 30th floor? No touching, just looking with your eyes, controlling the situation, knowing you’re driving the bulge under his jeans…

Since I work in and office it was easy to put myself into many of the situations, which is something I like about erotic books. In this book there were some stories that I could only wish would have been me sitting bare-ass on the desk. The stories are easy to read, so take a lunch break, or a smoke break and get yourself off with one of these stories.

I will admit I was a little nervous while trying to be sexy in front of a camera, I don’t think I’m the most photogenic person I know, and I think @sexhero is. I found quickly though that given some good music, tequila, and everyone in their underwear, all nerves go out the window…

I will hopefully have some of these pictures up for everyone to see soon, we also took some fun shots for indieundies.com, I’ll hook up a link once that is up too!

Spoiler: if you like biking, bananas, safaris, or military helmets you will want to check these out!

I recently had sex with my ex. We had dated and lived together, then had a messy break-up. While together we had great sex, it was the first bring me out of my shell, slap my ass, tie me up, fuck me hard sex.

Within a year of breaking up I had a weak moment, and we had sex, it was scary. He mean-fucked me, making me feel like some sort of object that needed to be punished for some sort of wrong doing (he always blamed the break-up on me). I didn’t know what to do in the middle of it, it didn’t feel good, I wasn’t getting off, our safeword wasn’t working, I just couldn’t wait for it to be done. Once it was I was bummed, we’d been so amazing before, what happened? Why did the break-up cause such a BIG difference in our sexual escapades? I had no answers, and really I didn’t care to think about it anymore.

Fast forward two more years (present day) and I found myself again with my ex in my bedroom, on my bed, beckoning me to join him, forgetting my previous bad experience I complied.

He ordered me to take of my shirt, complying, I lifted my shirt over my head…wondering what was going to happen next I was lost in my own thoughts when I was interrupted by his voice:

“Wow, those things got bigger.”

And with that I started laughing, and not just a sexy giggle, but hysterically laughing. I couldn’t stop. Who says that? His eyes looked like those of a kid in a candy store. I realized in the moment that he may have had the upperhand last time, but this time was going to be mine. Rather than physically “punish” him I was going to make him see how good I was. I was going to make him want what he couldn’t have, and I was going to feel damn good about it.

Does a G Spot Good!

Alright, so when it comes to toys I like to say I’m not picky. Hell, I can use most anything to get the job done if I need to, but then something like this little gem comes into my life.

My man and I picked up this little neon dildo at the Smitten Kitten (a great little toy store mere blocks from my house). It was a whim. He was buying a double harness and we wanted something to put in it. I must admit, I wasn’t get the “vibe” from this toy. The neon green is great for necklaces, shoes, eye shadow, etc, but for a sex toy? The ridges didn’t look that great, and the curved tip I thought wasn’t quite curved enough, but he LOVED it, so compromise it was.

Since this purchase I have learned NOT to question my man’s picks. It’s a good size (both girth and length), the ridges add a nice effect without causing any sort of discomfort, and the slight curve did wonders (much more than I anticipated).

I have used this toy solo (rigged it up with the double dildo harness and a pillow so I could ride it and get the full effect), and we have also used it together, this is what he had to say “It looks cool, is easy to hold, and fucking my girl with it makes her cum like crazy. It’s a perfect wing-cock when I need a rest.”

I now understand why this toy is such a hot item and highly recommend going into the store and checking for it no matter what the availability says.

Photo by tnarik

I like being tied up. There I said it, no shame in it.

I like being out of control, being used by my lover.

I like getting lost in the moment, getting out of my own head. Coming up for air and wondering what the hell is going on around me.

I will stand by it being one of the best ways to cum (at the very least my favorite).

I recently found a lover who was equally as interested in tying me up, as I was in getting tied up. It was on! He orderd a book, bought some nice silk rope (he values my distaste for rope burn), and started reading.

The first night we tried it I was so excited. He started by tying my hands behind my neck, criss-crossing the rope over my chest so my tits were being squeezed (this made my nipples extra sensitive). He then slipped on the pre-assembled ankle cuffs, and attached my hands to my ankles.

Part of the fun of bondage for me is resiting, screaming no, and having him ignore my cries for freedom. This can cause some confusion if not properly addressed before the ropes go on. We had not picked a “safe word.” A trigger, that has nothing to do with saying no, other than you know it means stop. Our safety word talk stemmed from the color my feet were starting to turn, and I had no way to stop the situation (lucky for me, he was keeping an eye on my limbs).

A safety word should be something you both will remember, but not something you would normally say while you’re doing the dirty. We’re nerds, so we originally talked about words like “wordpress” or “vista,” but quickly decided they were too much like work. My lover suggested “playstation” but this was something even if I needed things to stop I could not bring myself to scream during sex. I typically prefer names, as they are easy to scream in the middle of the dirty, and don’t seem to bring the mood to an abrupt halt.

After much more brainstorming I suggested “Bowser,” a nice middle ground between a name and the video game lingo we both could remember. And thus our safe word was born.